Yeah, yeah
You only just moved to the city
And I agree she's pretty
Only on the second day
You met her at the gym in the hallway

She get's right to the real nitty gritty
She's impossibly witty, the polka-dot catsuit did it
It's alright if you get away with it

Oh, There she goes, she can swing with it
A Ship is not built to anchor in the harbor, you know

Trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble is
Polly is Polyamorous
Trouble is
Sounds good but its not so Glamorous

Trouble is
Polly is Polyamorous
Trouble is
You're not

It took a day or two, before it got to you
A little bit of a heartbreak is fine
But this is gonna kill you down the line
Same, same, but different if you ran with it
One grain but the beach got sand in it
So many lovers, now you lost track
They're knocking on the front door coming through the back